He was the best dressed lawyer in the REGJB and probably Miami. Immaculate suit that cost more than our monthly income when we started out. Not a hair out of place. A Louis Vuitton briefcase. Alligator or snake skinned boots. Always tan. A million dollar smile and cold defense attorney eyes.
And he handled big cases. He was one of THE lawyers the drug defendants in the 1970s and 1980s went to see when they were in trouble. He looked the part. He acted the part. He was the part. The quintessential Miami criminal defense attorney when there was no other better place in the country to be a criminal defense attorney.
His wife -Carol Ann Guralnick was every bit a lawyer and personality as he was. She parked her Porsche in front of the REGJB every day, preferring to pay the ticket than park in the lot. She hired an interior decorator for her small state office.
They were a power couple for sure.
He was a friend and colleague and lived a hell of a life.
Rest in peace.
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